Disclaimer: Don't own Sarah. Or her father. I do own a container of glitter, though!
Authors note: I don't necessarily love the way this turned out, but I enjoyed the idea enough to write about it. If you like the idea, go ahead and take it. Have fun with it! Oh, and review for my sake. Reviews are addictive.
There are many things you should think of the morning after you risk your life to save someone else. If it was your fault that they were going to get hurt, you might think "Man, I am a dumbass." If it was somebody else's fault, you might think, "Wow, they were stupid." If nobody is at fault, you might think "I just saved somebody. Go me." You see, there are many things one should think of after saving somebody. The morning after saving her baby brother, Sarah Williams first thought was:
"Man, I smell like potatoes."
To solve this dilemma, she hoisted herself up out of bed. Now, for the normal person, this would not be a problem. But for someone who just did about 10 hours of nonstop exercise, it is a big problem.
"HOLY HELL!" she loudly exclaimed, for she felt like her body was being ripped apart by a rabid rhinoceros. She did not think, however, that this might bring an audience to her room.
"Sarah! What's wrong?!" exclaimed her father, who to her dismay, was not wearing any pants.
"Nothing, dad. I just umm… fell, ish. Kind of." mumbled Sarah.
"Okay then… Just, uh, don't yell so loud in the mornings..." said her groggy father.
"Okay, dad. You can go back to bed, if you want…"
"Sure. Oh, and I have a question for you," stated her father, who had gained a look on his face that was either from intense concentration, gas, or he was having a stroke. "Why is there glitter all over our floor?"
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